66 Entries for “salmon”

salmon. peach. lilac. lavender. pastel colours for a pastel mind. a softness that is always there, even if covered by bitterness and sarcasm, pain and hatred. pastel colours for a pastel soul. a soul of kindness and love.

“Smoked, grilled, blackened, or charred?”
I blinked.
The man was staring at me blankly.
“I…w…what?”
“Smoked, grilled blackened or charred?”
I brought my hand to my mouth, attempting to hide the nervousness on my face. Human customs were strange enough; learning the complexities of their cuisine and dining fashion was even harder.
“I just want some salmon, please.”
“Yes, well, would you like it smoked, grilled, blackened, or charred?”
I had no idea what any of those options meant, and I quietly glanced down towards the menu.
“On second thought, I’ll just have a salad, please.”
The man sighed, flipping a pen from his pocket and scribbling onto the notepad. A moment of silence passed before he looked up at me.
“Ranch or Italian?”

He stood on the edge of the river bank, watching the fish swim by. He was waiting, waiting for the right moment to throw his spear. A few moments later he throws it and it pierces through the body of a large salmon. He picks up the spear, careful of the fish. He takes the fish off the end and places it in the basket. He picks up the basket, hanging it on one side of the spear before filling a bucket with water and hanging it on the other end. He hefty the spear up, placing it on his shoulders behind his head. He starts the walk back to the cabin he shares with his brother and a friend.

He hated salmon. The acrid taste never failed to remind him of her; and the taste seemed to linger heavy on his tongue. As well as he knew the impossibility, salmon forever tasted of cigarette smoke and lipstick, and that night she left. He despised it.

Well right now I don’t want to be eating salmon, or even looking at it for that matter. Salmon makes my stomach turn – and that’s because, I’m PREGNANT. I have been waiting some time to say those words, and even as I type them, it seems as if I am talking about someone else. I have an aversion to fish, which I usually don’t have.

Salmon is a fish that is delicious and it is also a fish. But is a fish truly a fish? It smells quite fishy, in fact. Facts are the opposite of opinions. Opinions cause arguments, and thus opinions are terrible. Does this mean salmon is terrible! No! Salmon is a fish that is delicious. It is a delicious fish. yay.